Misery
A universal cry for the sadness of a shell blown child,
For the silent gesture of an old man’s love,
For a friend two years departed,
And sometimes it’s sadness and sometimes it’s just because,
The film is ending or I’m walking out the door,
Or remembering you as we were before,
But if I’m busy with life and I don’t have time,
And the faces I’m seeing I see nine to five,
Then I just keep on laughing and kidding and kicking,
And the sadness inside of me is silently screaming,
Misery,
That’s what I’m feeling,
Guides my plans and my dreaming,
Misery is a long empty curtain,
Is a walk down the windows,
With a view to the clearing,
And there my answers I’ll find,
Of how to join my heart with my mind,
And then what I’m thinking reflects how I’m feeling,
My soul becomes clearer,
My words contain meaning,
Misery,
That’s what I’m feeling,
Guides my plans and my dreaming,
Misery is a long empty curtain,
Is a walk down the windows with a view to the clearing,
Misery
